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Lyrics From Magic Act

High Noon

Son
Son of God
Record in the charts
A human cannonball
Born
Of virgin blood
Your mama paid the price
Her back against the wall
And so they shot her into space
Said "stick this flag into the moon"

High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?

Son of Dracula
I've seen the script
I know the make-up man
There's rats and bats and stuff
Inside the crypt
Inside the clean up van
And with a stake right through the heart
To burst a bright red blood balloon

High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?

Don't pretend you don't know what I'm on about
I tell you it's the end so pull your finger out

High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite

Son
Son of mom
Record in the charts
A human cannonball
Love - There's only love
Your mama paid the price
Her back against the wall
And as they spat into her face
As though she were a brass spittoon
The tears that fell were full of grace
And Mary sang this very tune

High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
High Noon - each day is longer than the one before
High noon - cockroaches dancing on the kitchen floor

 

Flying Spider

She summons up the Flying Spider
I fly right down and sit beside her
I only wanna please delight her
I never would or wanna bite her

She says define infatuation
The ship that sunk a thousand nations
And what about ejaculation?
I said I'm just the Flying Spider

You built your web now you must sleep in it
You stole my soul, you sticky creep, innit…

There is no God, there's only Jesus
The 8-eyed spy who always sees us
Like Through a Glass but not so darkly
I'm not so bright as much as sparkly

There is no rhyme there's only reason
A Christmas card for every season
And I am just the flying spider
Avoiding ways to say I want you

You built the world in seven days they say
And ever since you've been on holiday

She summons up the Flying Spider
I play for her my synthesizer
I only wanna please delight her
A universe of sound inside her

And I am just the Flying Spider
I am just the Flying Spider
Hi, I'm just the Flying Spider
I'll always be the Flying Spider

 

Milk Churn In The Morning

Don't kiss me or I'll scream
You'll smear my Maybelline
Nice hat, nice wig I mean
Straight from a magazine
When the sun pops up
When the plumber comes
When the tingly doorbell rings

Milk churn in the morning
I love I love I love a cup a cup a cuppa tea
Milk churn in the morning
I like I like I like the way the way you're working me

Don't tell me or I'll know
My feeble mind might blow
I'm evil, can't you see?
They're coming after me
When the dawn light breaks
And the robin crows
And the gilded rooster sings

Milk churn in the morning etc

Slow burn in the evening
18th day of May
Blurred eye is revealing
The hand that got away

Don't kiss me or I'll scream
You'll smear my Maybelline
Nice hat, nice wig I mean
Straight from the magazine
When the dawn light breaks
And the robin crows
And the gilded rooster sings
When the sun pops up
When the plumber comes
When the tingly doorbell rings

Milk churn in the morning
I love I love I love a cup a cup a cuppa tea
Milk churn in the morning
I like I like I like the way the way you're working me
I like I like I like the way the way you're making me work

 

City By The Sea

They built this city by the sea
It's sinking and that worries me
You said you could not ferry me
The boat is full, no room, you see

Hallelujah, lucky you
Have you found yourself another new?
Are the rumors swirling true?
Had enough of me?

They're burning witches on the lawn
It makes one sad selectively
One cries but not for everyone
One's eyes are burning just for me

Are the rumors swirling true?
Have you found yourself another new?
Hallelujah, lucky you
Had enough of me?

Hallelujah, lucky you
Have you found yourself another new?
Are the rumors swirling true?
Had enough of me?
Had enough of me?
Had enough of me

 

Sit Your Leggy Down

Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Everyone's your enemy
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
But I am not your enemy so sit your leggy down

Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum
Oh Martha sucking on your thumb yum yum
Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum

Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Everyone's your enemy
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
Sit your leggy down
But I am not your enemy so sit your leggy down

Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum
Oh Martha sucking on your thumb yum yum
Oh Martha, yum yum yum yum yum yum yum

Eyes are good for gazing into as well as seeing stars and planets
The light from Heaven that shines on paper
And burns such pale skin as yours
Is mine

 

Broken In Two

Broken in two
Broken in two
A line divides the purple red from blue

Broken into
Like me and you
Elijah and the serpent can't undo

But Salome in her way brings a healing to your soul
Look without, look within
Everywhere you see you're whole
In the darkness, the light that never dies

Broken in two
Broken in two
A line divides the purple red from blue

Broken in two
Like me and you
A God of judgement teases false from true

But you and I, we know why
When our hearts are open wide
There's no Will in the way
There's no need that we decide
Come to a conclusion
Truth can never be…

Broken in two
Broken in two
A line divides the purple red from blue

Broken in two
Like me and you
A God of judgement teases false from true

 

Black Lemon Sauce

It leaves no stain, no need to floss
Your teeth will love Black Lemon Sauce
Your tongue will taste no flavor lost
Your mouth says "Yes!"
Black Lemon Sauce

From the inner ear of distant, dusty space
The echo of a golden gong
When struck it rings the bells inside your face
And the word was good - sing along
Bong

It falls like rain upon the moss
Oh clonal joy, Black Lemon Sauce
In science-speak, it comes across as full of spores
Black Lemon Sauce

From the "you are here" that marks this very spot
An X appears, it's signal strong
No matter where you go, the tracking's always hot
It follows you, it's never wrong
Bong

Gorlitzer kingpin - 10 please of marijuana

From the inner ear of distant, dusty space
The echo of a golden gong
Bong

Gorlitzer kingpin -10 please of marijuana

It leaves no stain, no need to floss
Your teeth will love Black Lemon Sauce
Your tongue will taste no flavor lost
Your mouth says "Yes!"
Black Lemon Sauce

 

Euphemism & Innuendo

Say what you mean - euphemism
Mean what you say - innuendo
Say it's a game - euphemism
Playing for pain - innuendo

Down on the farm - euphemism
Cause for alarm - innuendo
Softest of sins - euphemism
Now it begins - innuendo

Round and round and round and round forever

Child of the mind - euphemism
Wild mountain thyme - innuendo
What I'd give to take of you another picture
Another and another till you fill my window

The holiness of sound is found inside your bed
The holiest of sounds is found inside of you

 

The Wait Of You

Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you

My back is not that strong and this clock is too long

Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you

I found my ancient thrill up on Silbury Hill
I found the Here and Now in a field of cows
And when I count two three place a feather on me
And when the cows come home
All will be Something

Under the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you
Can't bear the wait of you

Temple of living stone where the flesh meets the bone
This is the factory where they made you and me
And when the story's told, we was young we was old
How did we get so far? We was led by the stars
There is no time to lose
Fate insists that we choose
The coin is in the air
But it ain't hanging there

Under the weight of you
Under the weight of you
Under the weight of you
Can't bear the wait of you

 

Swindon

Rain coming down in baskets
Vampires asleep in caskets
I've got the secret word in my head

Lamaprozole each morning
Tea stains that spell no warning
Lips locked in pleasure say thy name

Swindon

I'd like to reach inside you
Spin 'round your roads and ride you
Lift up your skirt, you're beautiful

Your Billie Piper needs you
Ask Jasper Fford to read you
Diana Dors where are you now?

Swindon

I'd like to reach inside you
Spin 'round your roads and ride you
Lift up your skirt, you're beautiful

Swindon

Gimme back the bread I lent ya
The juice of orange is sweet, Valencia
That wasn't what I meant I am I said
Swindon

Rain coming down in baskets
Vampires asleep in caskets
I've got the secret word in my head

Swindon

 

Blue Lamp Rider

(sing low and slowly, sing Oh and slay me)

Stomping like a boot beast
Marching through the meadow
Turning rabbits into stone with the screech of your falsetto

Blue lamp rider
Red square brighter

Wrack an addled brain back to Folsom and Carmichael
Riding 30 songs a night on a tiny unicycle
Tip jar, Ode to Joy, take it from the Soft Boys

Blue lamp rider
Blue lamp rider

Quiet in the classroom studying Milazzo
Elton at the chalkboard, pimping the piano

Blue lamp rider
Blue lamp rider

(sing low and slowly, sing Oh and slay me)

Blue lamp rider
Red square brighter

 

Hot Skip A Jump

Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my Sally
Hop skip a jump and I'm free
Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my home by the sea
Hop skip a jump see the clouds in the valley
Hop skip a jump cuppa tea
Hop skip a jump and I'm haunted by people like me

I'll live on a farm if I have to
I'll use both my arms and my legs, too
I'll live there with you

Hospital jump and I'm home to my Sally
Hospital jump and I'm free
Hospital jump and I'm home to my home by the sea
Hospital jump see the clouds in the valley
Hospital jump cuppa tea
Hospital jump and I'm haunted by people I see

We'll see 'bout tomorrow when it gets here
We'll see 'bout today when it gets here
We'll see 'bout tomorrow

Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my Sally
Hop skip a jump and I'm free
Hop skip a jump and I'm home to my home by the sea

 

© Anton Barbeau. Photo of Anton by Karen Eng. Web site: interbridge.

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